She looked at me, closely scrutinizing my somber demeanor. "You're not letting her accusation affect your attention to what's important, are you? Come...on, Honey, I'm expecting you to make the Dean's list, not crumble just because some little tart falsely accuses you of something bizarre." I don't ever want to be alone with her again. It's too dangerous," I said."That's nonsense. This is your apartment, our apartment, not theirs." You know that I didn't do it, don't you?" Of course I know you. He laughed a little. “Please don’t tell anyone about this! I’ll do anything!” He smiled at me. “So, you like cock? You ever seen a real one close up?” I shook my head.“You want to?” I hesitated, then smiled and nodded. “Fucking queer! You want my cock?!” He pulled his boxers off to reveal his limp cock dangling next to a huge pair of balls between his muscular legs. “Get naked, white boy!” he sneered. I did as he said. My 7 inch cock looked tiny next to his black monster, and mine was already. I started drinking and enjoying the party. There were so many girls who used to come home and have fun. Once it was my off and I was at home and my aunt said lets party as her friends were coming. I said ok. Around 11 in the morning. Her friends came the guy was around 45 and the girl was 24. We started to party. I started to prepare some snacks. Chili chicken. I know little bit of cooking hence I started preparing. Now the story startsI always try to keep myself busy when I drink. We all had. ”“I’ll miss you too! You have to write to me or call me. I still want your advice!”“I promise to keep in contact, after all, I’ll want your advice as well!”When she left, we hugged, and she gave me a soft kiss on the lips, then whispered, “Friendship, Steve.”The rest of the week flew by and on Friday, it was time for my final weekend trip to Helsingborg.May 1980, Helsingborg, SwedenThe train ride on Friday afternoon was the same as always. I’d become very familiar with the route and so I could.